Is this what you call Tuna Surprise?

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I made Tuna Noodle Casserole tonight and just as I stuck it in the oven I saw the unused, but open, can of tuna sitting on the counter. Whoops. And because it already had the perfect layer of bread crumbs on top I didn't want to mix it back up again to mix in the tuna.

I was thinking of how to explain this to Kevin, who doesn't like tuna thanks to an unfortunate experience with Tuna pizza on his mission in Brazil. "No really! You can safely eat this! It's Tuna Noodle casserole....only it doesn't have tuna in it!" Or, "Hey, I came up with a dish I can serve to your vegetarian siblings! Aren't I considerate?!"

In the end I burnt it anyway but it's still edible thanks to the inordinate amount of cheese I made it with. I still don't think my husband will eat it. (But he'll demure kindly because he's just so thankful that I cook. Which makes me want to cook even more for him because he's grateful but does 't expect anything. He really should teach a class to men entitled "How to get your wife to do what you want...without nagging!") ((How did we get from tuna-less casserole to relationship advice?!))